Chapter 759: Misaka is Repaying Kindness, Misaki Shokuhou is Returning the Favor, How Can the Misaka Network Be Used to Stream Videos?!
At the same moment, in a secure room provided for them.
"Eh?!"
Dolly's eyes widened, staring blankly at nothing, her consciousness pulled into a shared digital space.
"Hmm!!"
Misaka Mikoto snapped her eyes open, jolting awake from the verge of sleep. Her heart hammered against her ribs, not from a nightmare, but from a vivid, intrusive reality.
"???"
Both of them stared in shock, paralyzed by the memory being forcibly shared across the Misaka Network.
It was a broadcast. A live stream of sensory data. And the uploader was none other than the network administrator, Last Order (Misaka 20001).
What did they see? Or rather, what did they feel?
They saw Misaki Shokuhou—the Queen of Tokiwadai—and a Misaka Sister being "bullied."
The one doing the bullying was... Ren.
"Shokuhou?"
Dolly covered her mouth in shock, her face flushing crimson. She recognized her best friend's voice, usually so composed and arrogant, now reduced to sweet whimpers of surrender.
"Why? Mii-chan..."
Misaka Mikoto, on the other hand, felt shame boiling in her veins, steam practically rising from her cheeks.
Because the Misaka Sister in the vision had no goggles. No clothes. She looked almost identical to Mikoto herself. It was like looking in a mirror that reflected one's deepest, most suppressed desires.
It was clearly a Misaka Sister being touched, kissed, and claimed.
But Misaka Mikoto hallucinated that it was herself. Her brain couldn't distinguish the difference.
More importantly, the technical aspect of this "bullying" was horrifyingly advanced.
Last Order was uploading the scene in a third-person perspective to the Misaka Network—like a camera drone hovering in the room.
And the Misaka Sister herself—Misaka 9982—was uploading observational information in a first-person perspective. The heat of Ren's skin, the smell of his cologne, the overwhelming pressure of his presence.
It wasn't Mikoto. She was sitting here, fully clothed.
Yet, her brainwaves received this signal, bypassing her logic centers, making her brain experience an incredibly real sensation. Her synapses fired as if she were the one being pinned down.
Just then, in the vision, Misaki Shokuhou was put down, panting and flushed, replaced by the Misaka Sister.
"Hiss!!!"
Misaka Mikoto gasped, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly. Her legs clamped together instinctively.
"Wh-what the!!!"
Misaka Mikoto let out a shriek full of embarrassment and confusion. The electrical currents around her haywired, sparking against the furniture.
She immediately questioned Last Order through the telepathic channel of the Misaka Network.
[Misaka Mikoto: What exactly are you doing?! Stop the broadcast immediately!]
[Last Order: Um, this is repayment! Misaka Misaka heard Misaka say so! Ren-san saved us, so we must repay him with everything!]
[Dolly: Th-then what about Mii-chan? Why is she...]
[Last Order: Sister Misaki Shokuhou said that was the price to pay for saving Dolly-chan! She said, 'If it's him, I don't mind,' Misaka Misaka reports faithfully!]
[Dolly: "...Mii-chan did it for me..."]
Dolly's eyes welled up with tears, a mix of guilt and gratitude.
[Last Order: Misaka Misaka doesn't understand the complex biology, but... Big Sister, Misaka Misaka's body feels warm, Misaka seems very happy! The dopamine levels are off the charts!]
[Misaka 9982: W-woo, Big Sister, Ren is the best! Misaka is so happy! His hands are magic!]
This was the Misaka Sister right in front of them in the vision. Her voice echoed directly in Mikoto's skull.
As soon as she spoke, it instantly stirred up a storm across the entire network of ten thousand clones.
[Misaka 2218: Misaka has received signals of extreme pleasure. Does Misaka also need to repay the Savior?]
[Misaka 334: Agreed. Logic dictates equivalent exchange. This sensation is... highly efficient.]
[Misaka 10580: +1! Misaka requests to join the queue!]
...
Then the Misaka Network was filled with a chorus of "+1". A digital tsunami of agreement.
Misaka Mikoto just wanted to die. Why were her clones acting like they were so unsatisfied?! Why were they so eager to jump into the fire?!
She yelled aloud, her voice cracking, "No one is allowed!!! It's forbidden! It's indecent!"
Then she stood up, her legs trembling slightly.
"I'm going to find Ren and get to the bottom of this! I'll railgun him into orbit!"
She had to stop his actions. She had to save her sisters (and her own sanity).
But she had only taken one step towards the door.
A cool, wet sensation trickled down her long legs.
Misaka Mikoto's body stiffened. She looked down, her face showing utter despair. Her body had reacted to the phantom stimuli faster than her mind could reject it.
"Darn Misaka Sisters!!!"
She endured the overwhelming shame and rushed out of the room, heading towards the top floor where Ren was.
Dolly, biting her lip, followed. "Wait for me! I... I need to thank Mii-chan!"
...
The next morning.
The sun rose over District 7, casting a golden glow over the steel jungle.
Ren stretched lazily, the bones in his back cracking satisfyingly.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the newly christened General Superintendent's Office, looking down at Academy City with a satisfied expression.
This was his first day as the ruler of Academy City.
Misaka Mikoto had indeed come to confront him yesterday. She burst in with lightning crackling, demanding he stop "corrupting" the network.
Dolly also came, wanting to save her friend.
Unfortunately for them.
They couldn't do anything. It was like rabbits jumping into a wolf's den.
Even more so, they ended up losing themselves.
As a seasoned veteran of countless worlds, Ren easily took down Misaka Mikoto, Dolly, and even the small Last Order who tried to "help." It was a complete suppression.
More importantly.
During the process, he directly fast-tracked over twenty thousand Misaka Sisters.
All because of the existence of the Misaka Network.
The Misaka Network's group owner (Mikoto), the administrator (Last Order), and the primary users were all taken down by him simultaneously.
The bio-electric signals of pure ecstasy uploaded by the three were transmitted to every single Misaka Sister in the city and beyond.
The Misaka Sisters, just by staying in their rooms, dorms, or labs, experienced... who knows how much.
The entire building—and arguably several facilities across the city—was experiencing a collective, synchronized climax. It was a resonance event of unprecedented scale.
"Hmm?"
Ren's eyes suddenly narrowed as he gazed down at the plaza below.
He saw a figure beneath the Board of Directors building (formerly the Windowless Building, now modified by Ren).
"How could this be? A stray cat?"
A girl with crimson hair tied into two bundles behind her head stood there. She was dressed in the winter school uniform of Kirigaoka Girls' Academy, but her attire was... eccentric. Her upper body was mostly bare, with only strips of white cloth binding her chest, exposing a dangerous amount of skin to the morning chill. A very revealing mini-skirt fluttered in the wind, showing off her long legs.
She bit her thumb nail nervously, looking at the Board of Directors building in confusion and fear.
Her name was Musujime Awaki.
The "Move Point." A Level 4 Teleporter.
She frowned, her expression filled with anxiety. Her ability had actually failed; she couldn't enter the building.
The Windowless Building had been the fortress of Aleister Crowley. As his "Pathfinder," her job was to guide people inside using her ability, Coordinate Movement. She could move a specified object at a given coordinate to another coordinate point without touching it.
But not long ago, the entire Academy City had received the major news that the General Superintendent had been replaced.
For a time, rumors flew like wildfire.
And for her, her job was gone. Her purpose was gone. And perhaps, her protection was gone.
She came here confused, wanting to know what was going on. Was she fired? Was she next on the hit list?
But now, the power of Coordinate Movement couldn't be used; space itself around the building seemed absolute, rejecting her calculations. She couldn't even get through the front door.
Just as she didn't know what to do, panic rising in her chest.
Whoosh.
A figure appeared in front of her. No sound, no displacement of air. Just instant existence.
"Musujime Awaki. Aleister's Pathfinder, right?"
"!!!"
Musujime Awaki's pupils constricted. She jumped back, her hand instinctively reaching for the military flashlight in her pocket—her focus tool.
"Who are you?!"
She tried to activate her ability to move away, to teleport herself to safety.
However, she froze. Trauma gripped her. The memory of her leg being teleported inside a wall years ago flashed in her mind. The fear of self-teleportation...
And before she could overcome it, Ren's hand was already on her shoulder.
She couldn't move at all! It wasn't fear paralyzing her now; it was an absolute suppression of her physics.
"I thought this face was already well-known throughout Academy City since the broadcast yesterday. You don't recognize it?"
"Face?"
Musujime Awaki forced herself to look up. She looked closely at the handsome, confident face, then exclaimed in shock, "You... You're the new General Superintendent?!"
"Heh heh, it seems you can recognize me after all."
Ren said with a faint smile, his hand sliding from her shoulder to brush against her neck. "What are you here to understand, little porter?"
...
Musujime Awaki was silent for a moment, trembling under his touch. Then she hesitantly said, "I was... I was Chairman Aleister's Pathfinder. But now he..."
"He's dead. I killed him. Erased him."
Ren stated Aleister's fate without a ripple of emotion, as if discussing the weather.
Musujime Awaki's heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Indeed, her premonition was correct; the man in front of her was a monster! To kill Aleister Crowley...
"No need to be so afraid of me. I didn't say I'd do anything bad to you. Unless you want me to."
Ren's finger traced a line down to her chest, touching the bandages.
Musujime Awaki didn't care about being touched; she was too terrified to feel shame. Instead, what she cared about was how quickly her heart calmed down under his touch.
It wasn't magic. It was... assurance.
And... there was an unprecedented calm in her mind. The chaotic calculations that usually plagued her teleporter brain silenced.
Crack!
It was as if something invisible had shattered inside her psyche. The mental block. The trauma of the "wall."
Ren's energy flowed into her, repairing the psychological scars of her failed self-teleportation instantly.
Musujime Awaki cried out in trembling disbelief, her eyes widening as she felt the world open up to her in 11 dimensions.
"How could this be?"
She looked at her hands. The coordinates... she could see them all. Including the ones inside herself.
"I... I became a Level 5?!"
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